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A Boy Fom Nowhere

The nights grow cold, my search for gold

Is leading nowhere

Whichever lonely road I take

It seems to go where

It's a fight to survive just until tomorrow

How can I display what I know I'm worthy of

When they turn me away



The doors are closed to such as I

A boy from nowhere

But not to those who merely buy the right

to go where

They'll be met with respect, not humiliation

A man's place on earth

I have come to realize

Is decided by birth



So what's the future

No matter where I go I will still belong...

In Andalusia

Where we don't know where the next penny's coming from

Something's wrong



I'm bound to Spain, I won't remain

A boy from nowhere

There has to be a place for me

And I must go where



I don't fantasize unlike a million others

Not a man alive

Had to beg or steal or fight more than me to survive



So what's the future

No matter where I go I will still belong...

In Andalusia

Where good honest men grow weak and the rich grow strong

Something's wrong



Another dawn, another boy

A boy from nowhere

My destiny will guarantee

I'll only go where



It's a fight to survive just until tomorrow

One more mouth to feed

And the way things are round here,

That's the last thing they need.

Том Джонс

A Boy Fom Nowhere / Том Джонс

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